The Perfect Game Page #4

Hey guys,

see this thing!

Hey, come on, Jake,

give it back.

What do

you care?

There now, boys.

Sportsmanship. Come on.

Come on, get in there.

Let's go.

Remember, you're

the pitcher.

Birds and sky, the waters and

rivers, even the sun is going to wait,

'till you're ready,

understand?

Okay, Mr. Faz.

You can

do this, Koufax.

We're ready to get started

here on field one as Bobby Lampkin

will lead things off for McAllen

against Monterrey's Angel Macias.

Come on there, Billy!

Strike!

That's all right.

That's only one strike.

Let's go, Billy!

Strike three!

That's only

one out.

Strike three!

Strike three!

Side out.

That's all right! That's

only one inning boys!

Come on boys, let's

get this one! Let's go!

Come on, boys.

They scored a run.

They scored again.

Well I'll tell you, these

Mexicans may have rolled all over the grass,

but they sure ain't

rolling over on the field.

Oh, tell me they're going

to stop scoring runs.

Don't worry.

Ain't no Mexican team

gonna take our flag!

That's right!

You can't be serious

letting a bunch of wetbacks

get the better of you!

We're doing

the best we can.

Well maybe that just ain't enough.

Hey boy! I'm talking to you!

Dad, I'm on deck!

Remember, boys! It ain't

over 'till it's over!

Strike three!

That's game.

No no no! It ain't

over! This ain't over!

It's over.

A combination

of clutch hitting,

and impermeable defense

led Monterrey Industrial

to an improbable

So there's your article.

I'm going home.

No, you're going

to stay with this story.

But the home team's out.

So? The wetbacks

winning sells more papers.

Can't be long, just

cover them 'till they lose.

Frankie Stevens,

McAllen Gazette.

No thanks.

I'm not selling them.

I'm a reporter.

Cesar Faz.

What are you

gawking at?

I didn't know there were

female sports reporters.

You must be pretty

unwelcome in the locker room.

And beating the home team

makes you about as popular

as a skunk

at a lawn party.

Well I'd rather

smell than lose.

Maybe you can do

both tomorrow.

You mind if I ask

them a few questions?

They don't

speak English.

How come the kids keep

saying 'Gil Hodges'?

And he just told those

girls that he's Duke Snider.

That's their

secret weapon.

What is? But...

Everybody gather round.

We're tired, Mr. Faz.

Can we sleep?

Well, if you

lose tomorrow

you'll get plenty of

sleep on the bus home,

now gather round.

Now base hits

to the right,

shortstop covers

second base. Mario.

Again!

Again!

He's out.

Man! Come on.

Jesus.

Texas just

can't get it going here.

Strike three,

that's game.

Are you kidding me?

That's 3

straight wins for Monterrey.

I don't envy West Waco who'll

try to stop them tomorrow.

Why the long face?

Our visas

have expired.

Oh my gosh,

it's Wednesday.

Yeah.

She's gonna kill me.

'The Little Giants. '

Nice touch.

'The little giants from

Monterrey beat West Waco

'and Brownsville by the

scores of 13-1, and 6-1,

'giving them five

straight victories.

Now it's off to Corpus for

these Mexican baseballers. '

For someone who hates baseball

you sure have a way with it.

You got your story,

Mac, now leave me alone.

Hm.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Corpus

Christie, huh?

No! That's where

I draw the line!

Just 'till

they lose.

You said that four games

ago! They're not cooperating.

People are glued

to the sports page.

You know, if it's so good,

why don't you cover it?

I sign

your check.

Remember. Me editor. You writer.

Consider that

a bonus.

Don't spend it

all in one place.

Umberto.

Listen to this.

Steel won't wait.

Let's go.

Let's go.

' Corpus Christie,

Texas. August 6th.

'The pitching duet of Enrique

Suarez and Angel Macias

'continued its

winning streak.

' Laredo was the first

to fall in a 5-0 shut out,

'West Columbia fared even

worse, shut out by six runs! '

To America they go!

Can I help you?

Eleven tickets

to Forth Worth, please.

I got reservations here

under the name 'West Columbia.'

Trust me, they

won't be coming.

Mr. Faz!

Me and Berto have

to go to the toilet!

I might get the restroom key, please?

There's one about

a half mile up the road.

You're kidding. Well, what

about that restroom out there!

Can't your boys read?

Hello?

Come on. We'll find another one.

There's only

this one.

It's not working.

We saw

a man come out.

Come on,

just go.

This for white

people only.

How does

the toilet know?

#If you wanna

live it up And drive a limousine #

#Have plenty money

In your blue jeans #

#And lot of pretty women

Hangin' on your wing #

#Pay attention man, You

will get just What I mean #

#You gotta dig boy,

Dig boy dig-dig boy #

#Dig boy, dig dig boy #

#Dig boy, dig boy, dig boy

To get ahead in the world #

#Gotta stretch All your

nickles, Dimes and pennies too #

#Ole mother nature

'll get the best of you #

#A time to change,

You better get wise #

#Or you'll Find yourself a-slippin'

Like a lot of other guys #

## If you don't dig boy ##

Enjoy.

Enjoy.

You sure you

don't want the chicken?

It's my

mom's specialty.

I'll stick

with the cheeseburger.

Maybe Cleon wants

the fried chicken.

Like the Mexican kids

we're gonna whoop tomorrow.

So that will be cheeseburgers,

Coke, and a side of humble pie.

Hey, you're killing my chicken.

They're, uh, making mole.

It's a Mexican chocolate sauce.

Mole, schmole, I ain't letting

them make sundaes out of my chicken.

Hey, Father.

Why is that kid

sitting alone?

Well, Enrique,

some people don't believe

that we are all His children.

What?

Mr. Faz.

Go ask the coach if

the boy can sit with us.

In this town, it

ain't happening. Sorry, Angel.

What is

your name?

Cleon.

Cleon, this

is Mario and Norberto,

Ricardo and Fidel.

Milk.

Milk. "Leche".

"Leche." Yes.

Yes. "Leche."

One moment.

It's okay, here.

Keep it, coach.

It's gonna cost you money. I can't.

Don't worry

about it.

I'm planning on charging

that Houston coach double.

Holy Mole!

This ain't bad.

Thank you, now.

Come on, boys!

#Well, I may be little,

And I sure ain't rich #

Safe!

#But like a

Louisville slugger #

#Well, rockin', rockin'

Across the Rio Grande #

#Yeah, rockin' across Texas,

Rockin' to the promised land #

#Yeah! #

Houston,

What happened?

Well ladies and

gentlemen, not since the Alamo

have the Texans suffered such a

defeat at the hands of the Mexicans.

Pitchers Suarez and Macias cut a swath

of victory through the Lone Star State.

Most recently

besting Houston 6-4,

and bulldozing Waco 13-1,

for their 8th

and 9th straight victories.

Next up, the Southern

Regional Tournament.

The Yellow Rose of Texas

is smelling a little sweeter

south of the border tonight.

Senora Macias!

Angel won again!

Now they're going to

Louisville, Kentucky!

That's so far away.

My son Enrique scored three goals!

Runs,

Senora Suarez,

runs not goals.

Ah, runs, goals,

they still count!

Okay boys, pick

a bunk and gather round.

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